Tekster:
Knopfler Mark Sailing To Philadelphia

Well, I have been it every since I was a kid at school Now they love me in Newcastle and in Liverpool I am as hard as a pistol, I can't do no wrong I'

We only knew each other by a letter When I met her off the train When the smoke get cleared and the dust was still She was standin? there an' speakin'

Turnpike Lane, Turnpike Lane You spiked my arm But you missed the vein Now it's all gone But the scars remain Junkie doll, stuck on you My junkie doll

The drinking dens are spilling out There's staggering in the square There's lads and lasses falling about And a crackling in the air Down around the dungeon

On Silvertown way the cranes stand high Quiet and gray against the still of the sky They won't quit and lay down though the action has died They watch

Big black cloud On a yellow plain Sure enough it Looks like rain Packin' up all our Faith and trust Me and the wanderlust Open window Empty bed and chair

had other dreams instead This baker's boy from the west country Would join the Royal Society... We are sailing to Philadelphia A world away from the coaly Tyne Sailing to Philadelphia

Oversættelse: Mark Knopfler. Sejlads til Philadelphia [live].

Well I have been it every since I was a kid at school Now they love me in Newcastle and in Liverpool I am as hard as a pistol I can't do no wrong I've